From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Story: Angel (g9) (Mf, inc, ped, mast)   
      
   by Tumi (tumiself @aol.com)   
      
   ***   
      
   A father and his nine-year-old daughter's wrestling leads   
   to more than they bargained for. The first of many   
   stories about Angel   
      
   ***   
      
   CHAPTER ONE: INNOCENCE LOST   
      
   Angie was a beautiful young girl. She's just turned nine,   
   and she is a lovely young girl.   
      
   Her name was really Angela (of coarse) but everyone   
   called her Angie or Ang accept for her father Mark, he   
   always called her Angel. Angie liked that; it made her   
   feel special. Sometimes Karen (her mother) called her, My   
   Baby, but that made her feel like a child. Angel didn't   
   like that she thought of herself as a young lady. That's   
   the way her dad made her feel.   
      
   Oh they still roughhoused and wrestled around, sometimes   
   they tickled each other to ungodly extremes and would   
   laugh until their sides hurt. That's how it all got   
   started that day.   
      
   They were doing just that, wrestling, rolling around on   
   the floor as Mark began to tickle her, she rolled over   
   and struck back coming in hard and fast her fingers   
   caught him in the ribs. That was his most vulnerable   
   spot, he twisted and turned, finally pushing her away,   
   jumping up on the couch to catch his breath. Still   
   laughing he flopped down half sitting half lying there,   
   as Angel got up still giggling she plopped down on top of   
   him.   
      
   She was wearing a pair of bib overalls and a short top   
   that would have shown off her smooth stomach had not the   
   bibs covering it. The two buttons on either side had come   
   undone in their struggles so Mark slipped his hands   
   underneath the bib to rest on her belly he interlocked   
   his fingers and just kind of used that to hold her there.   
   His palms rested on the smooth warm skin, he lay there   
   just feeling her breath, just enjoying the closeness they   
   shared.   
      
   Mark was proud of his daughter's beauty. Her dark blond   
   hair with streaks of coppery red where it has been   
   toasted by the sun, her skin a rich creamy tan even in   
   the winter when she wasn't exposed to the sun as much.   
   Her eyes were large and round and a green that was almost   
   frighteningly bright sometime, especially when she   
   smiled. Oh when she smiled it made his heart skip, her   
   mouth was wide and her full lips spread to expose perfect   
   white teeth. All of this set on an oval frame with high   
   cheekbones, a chin with just a hint of a cleft and the   
   cute yet noble nose.   
      
   Her body of coarse hadn't developed yet, though thin it   
   was remarkably athletic and boyish, except for her   
   bottom, her butt perked out into the bubble that had   
   first attracted him to her mother so many years ago.   
      
   Angie lay there sprawled across her father, her head   
   lying on his shoulder, legs flopped on either side of   
   his, feeling just about the same thing her dad was as she   
   caught her breath. His hands felt good resting where they   
   were, she watched them rise and fall with her breathing,   
   enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. But her   
   impishness got the best of her, she just couldn't resist   
   one more dig, she slides her hand up to his ribs tickling   
   him.   
      
   Mark twisted and jerked laughing his hands had come   
   unlocked, when she stopped they were resting in a   
   different spot. His right had slipped down and was laying   
   across her pubic mound on top of her nylon panties his   
   little and ring finger were touching the soft skin of her   
   inner thigh. His left slid under her shirt with the thumb   
   pressed against her nipple that was hard from all the   
   exertion, the palm spread out over the hard flat chest.   
   It was a chest not a breast, it was flat and smooth, he   
   could feel her ribs underneath the skin.   
      
   It took him a moment to realize where his hands were and   
   what he felt, having had no thoughts of anything sexual,   
   so he didn't immediately remove them. Angie felt it   
   though, she didn't know what sexual was, but she knew   
   that his hands felt good there. When he started to pull   
   them away she grabbed them with both of hers to hold them   
   where they were. Then press them harder into her most   
   private areas.   
      
   This surprised Mark, he wasn't sure what to think, or   
   even if to think. So he didn't think, he looked over into   
   his daughter's face, there was a strange look in her eyes   
   one he wasn't familiar with. It was a pleading, a desire,   
   oh hell he didn't know, lustful maybe. What ever it was   
   he didn't resist couldn't resist her. He let his right   
   hand stray between her spread legs, feeling the   
   smoothness of the nylon beneath his fingers as they slid   
   down to stroke the warmth of her young pussy.   
      
   Angel didn't know what to think either she wasn't   
   thinking at all, she was just feeling. Oh it felt so   
   good. Dad's finger was moving up and down her little   
   cunny rubbing it and every time it hit her little button   
   at the very top of the slit she'd shutter. His other hand   
   had wandered to cup her right booby; he'd taken her   
   nipple between his thumb and finger and began to pinch it   
   ever so slightly. It felt like a live electric wire   
   running straight to the little nub at the top of her   
   cunny.   
      
   Her breathing became slow and heavy her mouth opened as   
   she sucked in air, tongue licking her lips to the rhythm   
   of his stroking. Her eyelids half closed as she turned   
   her head to look at her father.   
      
   He was looking into her lovely young face in awe of the   
   wonder and desire that masked the little girl he'd been   
   playing with just a few minutes earlier. Not caring about   
   right or wrong just now he felt his cock grow to   
   uncomfortable hardness under Angel's beautiful soft ass.   
   He knew that she could feel it, though he had doubt that   
   she knew what it was. Now all he wanted to do was to give   
   his darling daughter as much pleasure as he could. He   
   didn't think that she was old enough to cum but he could   
   see that she could sure enjoy his manual stimulations.   
      
   She surprised him. She was old enough. It started along   
   that live wire running between her nipples and (by now   
   sloppy wet) cunny. The electricity was spreading through   
   out her tummy, along the insides of her tender young   
   thighs, spreading all over her body in a burst of energy   
   like nothing she'd ever experienced before in her young   
   life. Her back arched in an involuntary effort to contain   
   the contortions that where spasming through her entire   
   body, her hands clinched, almost painfully squeezing his   
   as she guided his hands to increase the pressure that was   
   bringing her to the world of womanhood.   
      
   "Oh Daddy, Daddy" she kept moaning. She hadn't called him   
   Daddy since she became a sophisticated six-year-old; it   
   had been Dad or father since then. (And it would be Daddy   
   from this day on.)   
      
   Surprised as he was he was joyous in the knowledge of the   
   pleasure that he was bringing his Angel. He increased the   
   speed and pressure on her soaking little cunt,   
   concentrating on her clit, amazed at the amount of   
      
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